[More dates. Trevor can do this, maybe even happily, but it makes a part of him positively itch to be volunteered for it. It shouldn't; it shouldn't matter, because this is Adrian and Sypha they're talking about, and he wants to do nice things for them. Just--
Never mind, he urges himself. The kiss to his nose is shockingly endearing, and it's just the thing to smooth Trevor's bristles and bring him back to the moment. A moment where Adrian is complimenting him genuinely, and that's possibly the most laughable thing to happen so far this evening. Trevor looks like peasantry next to Adrian, and he probably always will, but that's okay. It doesn't matter what Trevor looks like next to him, because -- inexplicably -- they've chosen each other. Maybe Trevor will be able to put words to that realization someday.
Maybe he'll also be able to express how grateful it makes him feel. For now, he'll have to settle for showing Adrian instead.
The dhampir looks too good to abstain from, especially now that the precedent has been set. Trevor captures his lips softly, just for a moment, thumb trailing idly over Adrian's cheekbone. He only lingers for a moment before drawing away again with a slight smile.]
I think I can manage that.
[Trevor's phone chimes to signal their driver's arrival, and what follows is almost like muscle memory. He keeps his arm out for Adrian as they exit the house and make their way to the car, opens the door and ensures the dhampir is safely inside before rounding to climb in himself. It's a surprising level of politeness from Trevor, all things considered. He confirms the destination to their driver, and starts fussing with his cufflinks again as they pull away. It has to be more nervous energy than practicality at this point.]
Now where on earth [Trevor pauses to cast Adrian a sidelong glance.] did you find a jacket like that?
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Never mind, he urges himself. The kiss to his nose is shockingly endearing, and it's just the thing to smooth Trevor's bristles and bring him back to the moment. A moment where Adrian is complimenting him genuinely, and that's possibly the most laughable thing to happen so far this evening. Trevor looks like peasantry next to Adrian, and he probably always will, but that's okay. It doesn't matter what Trevor looks like next to him, because -- inexplicably -- they've chosen each other. Maybe Trevor will be able to put words to that realization someday.
Maybe he'll also be able to express how grateful it makes him feel. For now, he'll have to settle for showing Adrian instead.
The dhampir looks too good to abstain from, especially now that the precedent has been set. Trevor captures his lips softly, just for a moment, thumb trailing idly over Adrian's cheekbone. He only lingers for a moment before drawing away again with a slight smile.]
I think I can manage that.
[Trevor's phone chimes to signal their driver's arrival, and what follows is almost like muscle memory. He keeps his arm out for Adrian as they exit the house and make their way to the car, opens the door and ensures the dhampir is safely inside before rounding to climb in himself. It's a surprising level of politeness from Trevor, all things considered. He confirms the destination to their driver, and starts fussing with his cufflinks again as they pull away. It has to be more nervous energy than practicality at this point.]
Now where on earth [Trevor pauses to cast Adrian a sidelong glance.] did you find a jacket like that?